I ordered a male technician at the most expensive club in the city.
He came in with his head lowered, his approach was professional, and he was taciturn.
It wasn't until I lifted his chin that I realized it was the poor senior who had been chasing me for half a year.
"Short of money?" I smiled and took out a wad of bills and stuffed them into the collar of his shirt.
His ears were red, but he didn't dare to resist.
Later, I ordered him every day and watched him wash and massage my feet. He was as obedient as a dog.
Until my dad went bankrupt and creditors came knocking.
I huddled in the corner and looked at the group of vicious people.
There was a sound of brakes at the door. He walked in wearing an expensive suit and kicked the leader.
"You even dare to touch my woman?"
The group of people instantly turned pale and knelt on the ground.
He turned to look at me with complicated eyes:
"The care is over, now it's me who will care for you."
